Harem Movies Novels & Stories

I couldn't throw her out, she was my mate, but at the same time, I couldn't just ignore what she had done. After Donovan left, I was boiling. I knew that I needed to do something to cool off, and I knew that there was only one thing that could do that. I summoned my harem, and within minutes, the women arrived in my chambers, ready to satisfy me. The harem of women were all dressed in nothing but lingerie, leaving little to the imagination. They were all different sizes and shapes, but each one of them was beautiful in their own way. Some had long, flowing hair that cascaded down their shoulders, while others had short, curly hair that framed their faces. Their bodies were toned and sleek, a

Desire found herself standing in the middle of her Master's room as if she was a dancer on display. The scene reminded her of how ladies from the Harem were made to perform in front of senior ranked citizens. The only difference was the clothes she was putting on, the prostitutes were said to be made to dance naked. The Harem is a place where prostitute stays and the only place where prostitution is legal. She looked around the room and realized there were mirrors everywhere, at almost every corner of the room. Something was glaring back at her. It was her reflection.

This was a routine; once or twice a week, he makes me sleep in his room when he invites any of his lovers, and the lack of sleep takes its toll on my body for a few days. In the first year, I'd cry endlessly till it was over, my husband had all sorts of lovers, lying on the hard floor, he made me listen to their screams over and over again until it didn't bother me anymore but I still couldn't sleep, he had a way with his lovers that made them scream annoyingly.

Even the women in the harem don't feel safe. Speaking of the harem... There was a fight between Karen and that Gemma girl. Karen is among my favourites, and fights in my harem are as rare as walking fish. That places Gemma at fault. I can't remember any of the seven girls that the Queen Mother sent with her, but she has done so much that I now even know her name, both good and bad. But the most recent, the rumour about her and me has to be the last straw. That the King of Suro has fallen for an Omega...

I happened to use a computer in the library right after Hazel, and when I saw the dirty things she had left on the g****e search history, I knew the perfect way to bait her ass. She was reading an article about “BDSM fantasies”, and right after, she seemed to have gone through a couple of gangbang clips with surprisingly rough and domineering acts. Learning that she was a dirty whore underneath all that neediness made me want her even more. So I set to work on creating a trap that she couldn’t resist. I created a website that matched people with others who have nasty fantasies, then I hacked into her phone and tweaked her algorithm so that the website would pop up on her search engine in the

“I keep a harem here for my own feeding, the kitchen is well stocked with anything you could desire.” I hadn’t seen another soul as we walked through her home, the mention of a harem and a stocked kitchen left me confused. I wondered if those she kept were human or supernatural and if they stayed of their own free will. “You would be surprised how many humans, especially in these modern times, willingly become an amour for a vampire.” She chuckled, accurately interpreting my silence. “All of the men and women in my harem are here of their own volition, they can leave at anytime so long as they agree to have my existence and location glamoured from their mind.”

“But don’t think he won’t try to seduce you.” She cleared her throat and fussed with the veggie tray. “I should warn you, when a man sleeps with a woman it’s the same as marriage here. A Haunt can mate only once, and once the body fluids mix…” She raised her hands in defeat. “Like it or not, you bed him, you wed him.” Andrea squinted in confusion. “And how many wives does he have?” The thought of joining a harem repulsed her, not that it would come to that. She’d geld him first.

"Interesting. You want to dig in the dirt instead of wearing fancy clothes and looking pretty?" "There's a lot more to it than looking pretty..." "So you don't like sex?" He cut me off. "I do, but not like that." "Are you asexual?" Is he even listening to me? Talking to him is futile. "Most women in the harem are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You need to explore a bit to figure out what you are." "I know what I am and what I want." "Are we playing dom-sub in my bed?" His stupid, irrelevant question confused me.

"It's like us but we're not. You mean it literally. That's the safest thing that we can get. We can't have a relationship like the others. You have an image to protect. You already broke the law for your harem—" "I can always put my harem back, Alessia, but there will be no other woman in my harem but you. You alone, you'll be woman and my concubine—" "Harem? How can it be a harem if there's only one woman there?" I raised my eyebrows at what he said. Harem with only one woman? I think that's wrong. I saw that Elijah grinned mischievously. "Why? You are more than hundreds of women. I was never satisfied before—because they are not you—"

Jaye followed moments later, her own climax crashing over her in a wave of silent, convulsing pleasure. That night, Tony casually put on a movie and the family gathered to watch. To give a movie theater feeling, they turned off all the lights, leaving only the dim light of the TV screen. It was one of those cheesy romance movies that you wouldn't watch on purpose, but they were fun anyway. Jaye was interested at first, but her attention soon waned. She could guess how the movie would end already. "So cliche," she chuckled and leaned back.